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bl00dgutsgl0ry · 3 years

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Just a Little Reminder

Pairing - Xiao x Fem!Reader

Warnings - 18+ NSFW SMUT DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR, blood mentions, degradation, VERY SLIGHT dollification (like I mean it’s mentioned maybe ONCE), spitting, face fucking, this is just some nasty** sex man.

Word Count - 2.2k

Other Comments - It’s been so long since I wrote a good smut fic so this was nice and refreshing to write. It’s a break from all the angst you guys have been requesting for some ungodly reason. Anyway hehe enjoy you freaky weirdos.

Xiao’s day could not get any worse. Something happened overnight that caused the gods to curse his day. Nothing was going correctly. He didn’t know why he felt so restless, maybe because he hasn’t seen you in a couple of months. Being an Adeptus had some drawbacks, one of them being that they could never leave Liyue. That didn’t exactly work well with your carefree spirit dragging you all over Teyvat, rightfully earning the title of a Traveler. That meant you left his side for an unknown amount of time, you always came back of course but you leaving never got any easier on Xiao. He was protective of you, and you not being in Liyue where he could secretly keep an eye on you made him anxious. The feeling of anxiety was not something new to Xiao, but it was different from the anxiety he had experience with. He was never anxious over a mortal's safety and well being. It almost made him unnerved how much you had already subconsciously changed in him.

Xiao never really had much need to venture out of Wangshu Inn, so when he did he always wanted to immediately relax on the balcony at the top of the inn he resided in. Some days Verr Goldet would bring him some freshly made almond tofu, when he gratefully accepted once the young woman made it back downstairs. As he was staring out past the railing, he saw a familiar silhouette approaching the inn. Something sparked in him when he saw the way you limped up the stairs of the ground floor towards the elevator. Within seconds, before you could step onto the elevator Xiao grabbed you suddenly jumping back up to the top of the balcony. You squealed quietly, your arms quickly finding their way around Xiao’s slender neck, absentmindedly remembering to avoid the large spikes coming off of one of his shoulders.

Before you could even think, you felt your back land on the soft bed the two of you shared at night. Sure Xiao never really slept much but the sentiment was nice. It also worked for these little moments. Xiao’s sharp canines poked the side of your throat causing a soft gasp to escape your lips.

“Xiao- Hey wait… I just got here.” Your voice a little bit above a whisper as you bashfully looked at the man hovering above of you.

“When you were leaving for this little expedition, you promised me you would return uninjured. Are you really that stupid that you would break such a promise to me? I guess I have to remind you what happens when you make me upset (y/n).” The way Xiao’s voice rumbled low in his chest made warmth bloom in your chest, as everything slowly began to get warmer. Your face was beat red as you felt Xiao’s callused hand grab your cheeks and push your face to the side; giving himself better access to your throat. You once again felt Xiao’s sharp canines graze your throat, alongside his long tongue lapping at the delicate skin. Suddenly a sharp pain shot from your neck as he bit down, immediately licking your blood away, pleasure beginning to bloom from the mark.

Xiao slowly slid down your body, undoing your shoes and tossing them away. After that was done he rose back up, roughly undoing your skirt and pulling it off before once again throwing it away somewhere, much of the same work was done on your top and before you knew it you were left in nothing but your undergarments; while Xiao was fully clothed. Your cheeks got even redder as you felt a little embarrassed, trying to cover your face with your arms. Xiao’s hand shot to grab both of your wrists and slam them onto the bed above your head, a loud growl coming from him.

“Don’t you even dare try and hide your face from me. You are going to face your punishment head on. Oh and don’t even think about making any noise lest you want an even worse punishment.” His sharp gaze softened for a moment, eyes silently making sure you actually wanted to do this. When you gave him a quick small nod his eyes immediately snapped back to the cold harsh glare he wore mere moments before. He began attacking your neck and collarbones with harsh hickies and sore bites. Your breath began to hitch in your throat, as you tried to hold back whimpers of pleasure.

Agonizingly slowly Xiao made his way down your body, leaving bruises and bloody bite marks all the way down. You were shaking from the pure ecstasy coursing through your veins. Xiao ripped your panties with his teeth exposing your most vulnerable spot. The cold air that hits your hot wet lips, causing a shiver to wrack its way through your body, your clit pulsing with excitement. You looked down to see Xiao’s piercing auburn eyes staring back into yours, head so close to your core.

“Don’t you dare cum tonight you filthy whore.” Was all that left his his lips, before his head was shoved between your thighs, his long tongue diving deep into your dripping cunt. Your hand flew to your mouth as you tried to hold back loud moans. You were so desperate and needy from not seeing Xiao for so long. Xiao lifted your legs above his shoulders, hooking both of his arms around your thighs, his hands roughly kneading at the soft flesh; his tongue getting deeper from the new position. Soft muffled moans were beginning to fall from your covered mouth, your free hand trying desperately not to grab at his head, instead gripping the sheeting as tightly as possible. The noises coming from the man below you were obscene, loud slurps and laps being amplified by the otherwise silent room.

Your nerves were on fire, the familiar coil in your stomach beginning to tighten. Despite tightly covering your mouth, your moans were as clear as day. Xiao pulled away from your pussy, lips shining from the slick of your arousal. His hand quickly gripped your wrist and ripped it away from your mouth.

“Stop embarrassing yourself by trying to muffle your moans. If your gonna sound so much like a whore you might as well let it be known that your my whore to all of Liyue.” With that Xiao went back to attack your clit with his tongue, occasionally fucking it in and out of your cunt. Loud moans began falling out of your mouth, almost shocking yourself with how loud you were, and how you couldn’t care less about who heard you; you were flooded with euphoria and oxytocin. Your moans spurred Xiao on as his pace on your clit was relentless, not only that but he had unwound one of his arms and inserted a couple of fingers into you.

You were getting finger fucked and eaten out at the same time, your breathing was beginning to get incredibly labored as your moans rose in pitch and volume. Your free thigh began to tremble against your lover's head as you got closer and closer to the edge; trying desperately to hold yourself back from cumming. Xiao felt the familiar flutter of your walls as you got closer and closer to cumming, and he suddenly pulled them out of you as he halted all actions. You whimpered loudly, thighs shaking desperately yearning for release.

“Xiao please… please Xiao please let me cum… I’m sorry I broke the promise I won't do it again please Xiao.” Your voice was already wrecked and you sounded pitiful as you saw a smirk pull on your lovers lips. He was fucking laughing.

“You are fucking disgusting you know? You are so desperate for me you are making yourself look stupid. You aren’t cumming yet. Now shut up and be my useless little fuck toy hm?” You opened your mouth to beg again, but Xiao shut you up by spitting in your mouth and closing it with his hand; forcing you to swallow. That action shot right down to your clit, and you needed him inside you now.

You opened your leg wide open, hoping that would incentivize him to get on with it already. He knew what you were trying to do and rolled his eyes before standing up and beginning to disrobe. Your eyes were glued to him as his toned pale chest shone with a soft gleam of sweat. Then he began taking his pants off, letting the now loose waistband fall to the ground. Your mouth was basically watering from how horny you were.

Xiao tightly gripped you thighs and pulled you towards the edge of the bed, which caused you to think he was finally going to fuck you; much to your surprise though he straddled your head as he looked down at you expectantly. Xiao’s cock was just one of those that you could only describe as pretty. It was long yet a little slender, and he kept himself well groomed.

You eagerly took his dick in your mouth, trying your best to fit him all the way in; reminding yourself to keep breathing through your nose. Then Xiao started moving, harshly shoving his dick deep into your throat, your nose pressed against his body. Before you could get your bearings of you now deep throating Xiao, he just as harshly pulled out them thrusted back in; beginning to ruthlessly face fuck you. You were desperately trying to maintain your breathing but you just couldn’t with how hard Xiao was fucking into your mouth, so you tried your best to hold your breath and hollow your cheeks; trying and failing to suppress your gags. Xiao loved the choking and gagging sounds you made, his animalistic movements becoming erratic and uneven.

He quickly pulled out of your mouth and fell back to the side of you before he came, not wanting to cum just yet. You coughed as you took in loud gulps of air, before attempting to even your breathing out. Xiao maneuvered your body and flipped you onto your stomach, hand coming down to rub your ass. You felt Xiao line up the tip of his dick to your entrance. You whimpered and wiggled your hips, and suddenly felt that same hand that was just gingerly rubbing your ass, come down and smack hard against it. You yelped and gasped at the sudden pain and pleasure that shot through you. Then while you were still in shock he shoved himself deep inside of you, ripping a pornstar-esque moan from your throat. Xiao groaned low in his chest, struggling to see straight from how tight you were.

“You’re so fucking tight (y/n) relax you slut.” Despite his words, Xiao was pistoning in and out of you at an ungodly speed, your moans unabashedly flowing throughout the inn. Loud grunts could be heard coming from behind you as Xiao kept fucking your brains out. You were so blissed out, eyes rolled into the back of your head, and tongue lolling out of your mouth. Your mind was so clouded, as tears fell from your eyes. There was some twisted part of Xiao that relished in seeing you cry, you just looked so pretty and wrecked. He knew you were gone when all that would come from you were calls of his names and incoherent babbling.

Both of you were reaching your limits, and you were reaching them fast. Blaring white hot pleasure filled yours and Xiao’s senses, overwhelming the both of you as you came. You wall clamping around Xiao forcing a loud snarl to come from behind you felt a final sharp bite on the back of your shoulder.

Xiao stayed in you, rocking his hips lightly; gently letting the both of you ride out the rest of your highs. After that he pulls out before walking into the bathroom and running a rag under some warm water and cleaning himself off. He grabs another clean rag to dampen and come back over to your crumpled form, your mind still foggy and completely blissed out. Xiao gently cleans you up and tucks you into bed, before grabbing a glass of water for you and setting it on your side table. He then slinks into bed next to you and pulls you close to him. He’ll take a look at your “injuries” in the morning.

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Take All That Anger Out on Me

A/N: Here’s the first requested fic from the ‘Super Kinky’ list for my Dirty Little Secret series!!! (I’ll be alternating these super kinky fics with the ‘Somewhat Filthy’ fics.) **Please note the warnings: This fic is all about the kinks, please do not read if this is not your thing!!**

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, intense degradation, Jax is raging and seriously roughs you up ‘cause you beg him to let all his anger out (slaps your face, spits on your face and in your mouth) Request: Request from @rayslittlekitten (in comments under this post) + anon request

Word Count: ~2k

Note: As explained in this post, this ‘Dirty Little Secret’ series consists of fics that I had originally written for another character/celebrity, which I’m repurposing for characters of Charlie! So if the characterization ever seems a little off, please don’t judge me too harshly 🙂

**Please note warnings above**

Triggering content after ‘Keep reading’ cut…

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It's past 2 A.M. when he finally gets home, storming into the living room, the front door swinging loud and hard behind him as he slams it closed.

You jump up off the couch immediately, tingling as you sense the red hot rage that's radiating from his body, from that drop-dead gorgeous head down to his toes. It fills you with the urge to rip off all his fucking clothes. Worship the sculpted muscles underneath his shirt and kutte... just eat him up... But you're not sure if Jax is in the mood to use you as his slut, right now when he is clearly furious about whatever happened on today's job. So you try to keep your mouth closed. Stay composed.

But then he heads into the kitchen, and you can't resist the urge to ask a question, as you follow. "How'd it go...?"

"Don't ask," Jax grumbles in a low rasp, as he tosses his gun down onto the table, moving toward the fridge to grab himself a beer. He doesn't even bother looking back at you at all, let alone stop to say hello. Just moves across the room like you're not even here. "You don't wanna know."

Some twisted part of you loves it when he gets so rude. He’s in one of those moods, and it shows, and the one thing you do know... is just how the rest of the night's gonna go.

You don't wanna know, he had said. You protest, knowing that will provoke him best, bring all that smoldering rage to the surface and make him go mad.

And you want that. So bad.

He says it again, like he's reading the thoughts in your head. "Trust me, Y/N, you don't wanna fucking know."

"I do, though—"

"I said don't," your man repeats, casting a glance in your direction, for a split second, piercing blue glare burning your skin off with the heat. And then he turns his back to you again, muttering something as he grabs the drink he needs. You're not sure if he wanted you to hear it. But you did. "Stupid bitch."

... Well, shit. Those degrading words off of his lips just made your pussy twitch. You squirm and cross your arms over your tits, nipples suddenly stiff, through the thin cloth of your pajama top. His back is toward you at the moment so he doesn't really notice. You pretend to just be miffed, although the truth is that you’re thirsty for this man to fuck you up. "Okay, somebody's got his boxers in a twist..."

Jax takes a deep swig of his drink. Then sets it down, and slowly turns around. "You shut your mouth," he growls out loud, the dark edge in his tone depriving you of all ability to think.

A sheen of liquor glistens on his lower lip; he flicks his tongue out, takes a lick and then bites down hard on the soft pink flesh. Surveys the skimpy PJs you’ve got on, the lacy fabric of the bottoms, hanging low upon your hips... his gaze descends down to your crotch before sliding across your chest... Then up your neck to linger on your mouth and make you melt, as if he knows you're desperate to use that dirty mouth to just untwist his boxers yourself.

And damn are they in a tight twist. He talks down at you in a mean, menacing hiss. "Thought you'd know better than to get sassy like this when I'm already fucking pissed."

Every word he utters, in that husky voice of his, gets you all hot and bothered, hits you like a goddamn bomb exploding on your clit. Taking a few steps toward this sex god motherfucker, you uncross your arms and set your hands upon your hips. At this point all your dignity has been eclipsed, desire coming through, and you don't care if he can see your tits—you don't doubt it. In fact you want him to, if this suggestive shift in energy is signaling that he might want to do something about it.

So you respond accordingly: with a provocative reply to make it clear that you are quite painfully horny. "Well, I guess I don't know shit. I'm just a stupid little bitch."

At that, a shadow of a smirk flickers across his luscious lips. "Oh, now you're asking for it..."

"Begging. Please," you answer, wet with need, unable to hold back the nasty slut inside of you that has to be released. Undoubtedly. "Take all that anger out on me."

Towering over you so tall and powerful, so big and strong and beautiful, those eyes so blue and hair so blonde... he bites his tongue and pauses just a fraction of a second. Ocean eyes exploring yours, to make sure that you know just what you're in for. That it's what you really want. That you're ready and eager for whatever rough and dirty sex Jax Teller has in store.

And of course you fucking are. Without wasting a second more, he lunges forward, like an animal pinning you to the floor—the kitchen table, let alone the bed or any better surface that may be available, is way too fucking far—hovering over you on all fours, groaning in sadistic pleasure as you happily surrender to his force, grinding his hips hard into yours, until you're moaning like a whore.

"This what you wanted, bitch?" he devilishly teases, razor edges of his teeth grazing your trembling bottom lip as he gets off on just how bad you fucking need this. Scratching your every last itch. His ruthless hands tear off your flimsy top, groping and pawing at your tits. "Yeah, 'course it is. You kinky little piece of shit."

"F-fuck...!" you scream, turned on beyond belief. His brutal dominance is everything you’ve ever dreamed; the filthy whore inside you instantly reacts, as he attacks. "Fuck, Jax..."

"Told you to shut your goddamn mouth," he grunts, one hand reaching to rip right through your panties so that he can plunge two fingers deep inside your dripping cunt, pumping violently in and out. As his thumb flicks against your slick sensitive clit, he clamps his other hand across your gasping lips, your skin on fire beneath his fingertips. "So keep it shut. You filthy fucking slut."

Oh God, oh Goddd, he is so motherfucking hot. By now you are incapable of any other thought. The palm of his strong, calloused hand is so big that he easily smothers your whole snout and stifles your breathing. And you love the feeling, the heaven of staring up into his blazing blue gaze as he cuts off your airways, of sinking straight into the ultimate subspace... your mind is so blown you've forgotten your own fucking name.

Yet still you know you will remember his, always. Your world revolves around Jax Teller... you live only for his pleasure, now and forever, all day every day... you truly love it when he treats you like a worthless piece of shit. You have no shame.

Despite your consciousness being shattered to bits, somehow you're nonetheless aware that you just came.

"Ugh, look at you," he snarls, pulling his soaked fingers out of your pulsating slit, sticking them in your mouth to make you taste yourself just as he loves to do. Your juices have gushed out all over the floor, and his hands, and his pants, and the whole goddamn world. "Such a dirty girl. Squirting all over my kutte. Did I say you could cum, you dumb slut?"

No, he most definitely did not...

"You're disgusting," he snaps, pulling his hand off of your mouth at last, only to deal your cheek a sudden savage slap. Your inner slut is blissfully combusting. You're so weak and he's so strong. And then he holds your breathless mouth wide open with his thumbs... hocks up a thick wet wad of spit, and puckers up his slick pink lips, to shoot it straight onto your tongue. "Good-for-nothing scum."

By now you're so turned on that you've gone numb.

Jax spits on you again, and again, down your throat and all over your forehead and chin, humiliating you with laughter as he smacks your cheeks repeatedly and rubs his palm across your face to spread his spit around till every inch is fucking glazed. Sending you deeper into subspace.

Your pussy convulses in shameless disgrace, clenching tight around nothing, set to come undone again just from the sheer power of his fucking perfection. From the friction of his raging hard erection, through his jeans against your bare skin, the sensation of pure sin, his rough hands and ravenous mouth dominating and degrading you in all possible ways.

"You like being my dirty little punching bag?" he taunts, as if he has to ask; it's obviously everything you want. To be a damn fucktoy for Jax. He swiftly flips you over then, all of a sudden, to begin smacking your ass. "You want this big fat dick deep in your cunt? Mmm, know you do, slut. Gonna have to beg for that."

You try to beg, instinctively spreading your legs, desperate for fifty shades of filthy sex, as you sprawl out for him facedown upon the ground. And yet given the state you're in right now, somehow. you can't manage a sound.

He spanks your ass raw, as you squirm and struggle from beneath, gritting your teeth, striving to speak, wasted and weak, gaping your mouth so wide you'll probably break your fucking jaw. Still not a word comes out—nothing but choked whimpers and gasps for air, as his dominant fingers grab a fistful of your hair, lifting your head and tilting it toward him just to spit in your mouth, yet again and then slamming your head right back down. God, you love how he's letting his inner beast out and just going to town.

You quiver in bliss as you grovel in a puddle of his spit, the floor tiles pressed against your tits, high on the way he beats you like a low-down piece of shit. It's all you are to him at times like this. Overcome with arousal and unable to control yourself at all, your pussy aching as it drips, you start cumming again at the next words off of his lips. "You're such a stupid... fucking... bitch."

You squirt even harder this time around. Feels like you've drowned.

Jax deals your ass a final stinging spank, then twines his fingers in your messy hair again, forcing your head up off the ground with an aggressive yank. "Dumb fucking skank. See, I was gonna fuck that cunt tonight—stuff you full of this big dick until I cum inside, then fuck your throat and let you drink it all up—every goddamn drop, you dirty little slut... but you know what? You don't deserve it. Not when you've been such a pathetic piece of shit."

He blesses you with one more smack across the face, and one more shot of his sweet spit, laughing as you soak in the feel and the taste of such total disgrace.

Ughh, he is so fucking hot... he's an actual sex god... you think, as he throws you back down to the ground, letting you drown, lost in the pure filth of your perfectly satisfied kinks.

"So now you know what happens when I'm fucking pissed," Jax says, gloating at how you groan in bliss, letting your loving gaze worship his flawless face. "Next time you disobey, and piss me off like that, I'm gonna take out all my anger even harder on your sorry ass and make it hurt real bad. You got that, bitch?"

Oh God, fuck, yes. He's such a savage. To be honest, you just hope that is a promise...

And from the way he's smirking down at you like this, dirty and devilish—giving off such a dangerous dominance that's so fucking delicious—set to satisfy your deepest darkest wishes... you can tell that it most definitely is.

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... Sooo that was super filthy and I know Jax is an absolute asshole in this lol but I hope there are some kinky bitches who enjoyed it, and would love to hear if you did!! 😅❤️

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years

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Title: Love, Maybe? {26}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Slow, Smoldering, Torturous Burn 😊

Word Count: 5K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 26: Admittance Is The First Step

-Vixen-

“What! She calls him da-da now?”

You snorted at Nex as you continued going through the checklist and catalogs you were flipping through.

“Vix, she said I see da-da and doder tomorrow. My jaw dropped, and I almost said the most disgusting curse word.”

“Which one?”

“Motherfucker.” You laughed loud, unable to keep it in any longer.

“It’s not funny, Vix. I literally said mother lover what now.” You laughed louder; this was classic Nexus. When Ella came around she had the hardest time curbing that outspokenness, then when Ella started repeating she had to control it quick. She still had slip-ups though, and when she did they were hilarious.

“Then mom heard, and she got on my ass. God, how long is she staying?” Pinching your lips, you shrugged.

It had been almost a week since your parents had been in town, and each day they looked like they got more and more comfortable. Ella loved them being there and them being there afforded you to work a little more while letting Nex have her freedom. Freedom she seemed to love, she was barely at home anymore, and you knew without a doubt she was with Anthony. Ever since his declaration the two of them were closer than ever, and you were over the moon for her. You also found it fascinating. Two people just met, hit it off, disagreed, fixed it, got their shit together and became a couple in less time than it took to grow out a perm. It said volumes about you, and you were desperately trying to turn it down.

“God only knows. It can’t be soon enough because these dinners at Chris’ need to stop.” You whined out while flipping through the catalog. You were trying to make firm decisions on the décor of the restaurant. Tomorrow was the last day to submit everything so there would be no possible chance of a fuck up.

“What’s wrong with dinners at Chris’? Isn’t he a multi-millionaire with a house worth millions that has like ten bedrooms and twelve bathrooms and an Olympic sized pool?” You rolled your eyes at Nexus.

“That’s a bit excessive. It’s a modest five beds and eight baths, with an envious sized pool, an amazing kitchen, modernly and traditionally decorated and completely fitting for a bachelor.”

“So, what’s the problem?”

Realizing you weren’t going to get anything completed, you slammed the catalog shut to reveal a separate one. One that had party planning resources, you were also in the midst of planning Ella’s second birthday party. You had too much on your plate. Rubbing your forehead, you proceeded to tell her about the last three dinners at Chris’ house. You told her about the memories, how it was being smacked in the face by being in the same place Ella was made.

Of course, Nexus laughed her ass off, which you expected she took joy in your pain and frustrations. After she thoroughly indulged in her laugh, she was empathetic. She listened to all your frustrations until you’d relieved yourself of everything that had been weighing you down since seeing him that fateful day outside his set. Once you were finished you felt a lot better—calmer.

“Wow. That’s a lot, Vix.”

“Tell me about it.” You took your coffee and took another mouthful of the semi-hot liquid. This was your fourth cup, and they all had an extra turbo shot. Nex took your cup and tossed it in the garbage can.

“I think this is part of the problem of why you’re so wound up. No more coffee for the day.”

“I’m so tired; I don’t sleep. I toss and turn all night and have wet dreams Nex; I need that coffee!” She looked at you as if you were some crack addict. You took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“Girl, you need more than a breath. The other part of the problem is you really, really, really wanna ride your baby daddy raw.”

“Nex!” She laughed again, gripping her belly. Rolling your eyes, you got up and walked around the space of your restaurant and pretended to busy yourself with assessing the area.

“Okay, okay, okay, I’m sorry. Eh-em, I’m done messing with you. I know it’s not easy suppressing your sexual urges for someone you have imagined doing every dirty, filthy imaginable sex act to.” She had a faraway look on her face, and you knew she was talking about her and Anthony. Your face curved up in disgust.

“Ew! I’m gonna be sick. Don’t confuse you and me now.” Nexus gave you that “bullshit” face, and you kissed your teeth turning your back to her.

“The first step is admittance, Vix. You know this. You have to say the words.”

Shaking your head, you walked away to another side of the restaurant. Nex was not having it with your avoidance, and she followed then stood beside you. “It’s the hardest part I know, but once you say the words out loud it’ll be easier. Everything will be put into perspective. Come on.”

You sighed, then groaned loudly. “What do you expect me to say?”

“The truth. This won’t work if it’s a lie. These are your steps Vix, come on.”

She was right. These were your steps. You came up with them as a way to help her and some of your friends when they were struggling with men, work, life, you name it, and it usually worked. Be that as it may, you were in no rush to be the one to use them. When you glanced at Nex, she gave you and impatient look. You knew you wouldn’t get any work done; your head simply wasn’t in it today. You walked away from her and back to your seat.

“I wish this were Miami. I should have never come back to LA.” You dropped into your chair, crossed your arms, and pouted like a child.

“Oh come on, it’s not all that bad. If this were Miami, Ella wouldn’t have met Chris, a man who genuinely seems like he wants to be a good dad to her. Now she has yet another person in the circle of those who love her and would kill for her.” You groaned and rolled your eyes as your hands dropped. She was right. Chris was head over heels in love with Ella, it was obvious, and she was quickly getting equally attached.

“See, your daughter is happy.”

“But I’m miserable, Nex,” you whined.

“Say the words.” She sat there patiently and waited. After clenching your jaw for a few moments, you let out a defeated sigh.

“I’m still attracted to him.” Nex didn’t look pleased. She tilted her head as if to say go on.

“You gotta be kidding me, Nex.”

She crossed her arms and added the look your mother had perfected. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Please don’t give me that look. You look just like her.”

“I know it’s uncanny isn’t it.” Nex laughed with you but quickly stopped and pasted the look right back on her face. You groaned and shook out your body as if to get rid of the feelings.

“I may, kind of, maybe, sort of want to—have—a little bit of sex with Chris.” You rushed out toward the end. Nexus laughed again then slapped your knee.

“Shut up. What the hell is a little bit of sex? It’s either full-on rough, dirty, wash your mouth out with soap sex or tame, boring doggy style sex.”

“Wait, since when was doggy style tame and boring?”

Nexus laughed again. You were only partly serious, but the fact that she was laughing spoke volumes. Her and Anthony got down. “Maybe I just want the tip.” You both busted out laughing again. There was no way you could take any of this serious, but the laughing did help.

“I’m sure the last time started with just the tip to, then there was Ella.” You rolled your eyes. It had never started with just the tip. It was all or nothing. You groaned, remembering the sinful acts you did to one another, not one time but several times over a few days.

“Finish it!”

“Fine, I want to have the filthiest sex imaginable with him. I’m talking against the wall, on the balcony railing over LA, the sex that leaves you parched because your throat is coated with him, aching in every crevice and opening, bruised in places you never knew you could get bruised and unsure where your panties are; in the house, the car or left in the bathroom of some restaurant you had to fuck in. I want to fuck my kid’s father on serious level!” Once you shouted the words out, your eyes were wide as a full moon, and you didn’t feel any better. Nexus looked shocked.

“Wait, your throat is coated? Eww, Vix, that’s just nasty.” You laughed loud again and dropped back into the chair.

“See, better right?”

“No. It is not better, Nexus. How in the world do I reconcile these--.”

“Feelings?”

“Urges. They are urges, not feelings,” you corrected. Nex rolled her eyes.

“There is one way to reconcile them.” You stared at her waiting for her to continue. “Just do it!”

She was the devil on your shoulder, the actual little fuck that told you to just indulge every whim and desire. She rarely ever played the voice of reason. All her advice centered around just doing whatever it was you were stressed about. Nexus’ motto was life is short, and since it’s short, I’m gonna do what I want for a long time. Yours, on the other hand, was life is short, and because it’s short let’s play it safe and prolong it for a long time. Similar but so very different.

“You want to fuck him. He wants to fuck you. So just fuck. After you fuck you can figure the rest out. This sexual tension is way too intense. I don’t know how you’re getting any work done.

“I’m barely getting work done.”

“So you know he wants to fuck you,” Nexus accused.

“Duh Nex. I know that.”

“So put him out his misery, hell put yourself out your misery.”

“There is a huge difference between wanting me and wanting me.” She took a deep breath, then sighed. She knew you were right.

“He doesn’t want me. I know what it’s like for him to want to fuck me, been there, done that. We made a beautiful baby because of our want to fuck each other. I know how that ends.”

You sat there quietly for several long moments. “You want him to want more than sex from you. You want him to like you, love you. Oh my god, Vix, you want to be with him, be with him.” You avoided her eyes as she spoke all the words you’d buried as deep as possible. Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your cheeks. Nex came over to you and wrapped you in her arms. She didn't speak, and you were glad of it. You had no idea what else to say. Hearing the words out loud made you feel like such an idiot—a pathetic idiot.

“Vix, tell him how you feel.” You snorted and dried your tears.

“No, are you kidding. There is Ella now. We can’t just—we can’t do anything that’ll jeopardize her relationship with him. That would be so messy and unfair to her. I’ve already done so many things that are wrong. I don’t want to add to the list. Ella has to come first. ” Nex nodded. “Plus, there are no feelings remember. They’re urges.” Nex shook her head.

“Hello!” You and Nex spun around to see your parents walking around with Ella in tow. You quickly dried any evidence of your breakdown, allowing Nex to be the one to greet them.

“Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?”

“Can’t we come down to see the progress? Are we barred?” Your mother’s exaggeration knew no bounds. You joined them and took Ella into your arms.

“You are welcome, mom. Look around, tell me what you think.” Your father approached you and kissed your forehead, then joined your mother as they looked around.

You gave them the tour of what would be where and how everything would look once set up, and as you walked around, you noted the look of pride on their faces. It felt good.

“This is impressive, Vixen; I can’t wait for opening night,” your mother complimented. You looked at Nexus, who looked equally as impressed.

“Thanks, mom.” She approached you and hugged you.

“I know I’m hard on you, but it’s for a good reason. I just worry about you. Life is hard, and going through it alone makes it even harder. I just want you to have someone to share your successes with, share your fears, your pain. It’s not that I don’t think you’re capable of taking care of yourself. You’ve proven you can more than take care of yourself. I just want you to feel all of life’s true pleasures. Love is a major one.” She tapped your cheek, and you nodded.

“I know mom.”

“That’s what I like to see, my girls all getting along,” your dad chimed in. “Come on, group hug.”

He closed in with his arms held out, encompassing you, your mother, and Nexus with Ella smushed in the middle.

“Gwoop uug, yayyy!” Everyone laughed together; it was a sweet moment.

“Hello? Vixen?” Everyone broke apart and looked in the direction of the voice. You knew who it belonged to, and panic began to bubble within you.

“The door’s open. It’s me, Chris.”

“Da-da!” Ella pushed through all of your legs and took off toward where his voice was coming from.

“Da-da?” Your mother and father looked confused.

“Da-da!” As Chris rounded the corner, Ella crashed into his legs.”

“Uuuffh.” He looked down with a broad smile on his face, then he bent and lifted her with one arm. “Hi there princess. How are you?” Ella nodded as she held on around his neck.

“Where doder?”

Chris laughed at her pronunciation of Dodger’s name. “Uh, he is not with me right now. I promise though, you’ll see him soon.”

“Otay.” For the first time, Chris looked up and into all your faces. Yours was a horrified one; Nexus was one that said “yikes,” and your parents were between confusion and caution.

“Uh—hi,” Chris began. “Am I interrupting? I hope I’m not. I was in the neighborhood and thought to drop by and bring you some food because I knew you were probably in one of your workaholic comas.” His words slowed down toward the end. He looked at all four of you and then to Ella.

“Paw-Paw, Maw-Maw wook, da-da. Tay hi.” You closed your eyes and braced for the category ten hurricane that was about to rip through the room.

“Vixen Star Giovanni, what in the hell is going on here? Why is Captain America here talking as if he knows you? More importantly, why is Ella calling him da-da?” You opened your eyes and saw Chris who looked as if he understood. You could see the remorse in his face. He knew he’d just outed you.

“Vixen, answer your mother!” You took a deep breath and tried to swallow past the lump in your throat. There was nothing else to do now than just tell them the truth.

“Um, mom, dad. Well--.” You’d gone over how to break it to them in several ways. You thought about coming right out with it, or slowly easing into it, or even alluding to it, but now half the band aid was already off. You decided to rip the remainder off to put everyone out of their misery.

“Captain America is here because I know him. Damn it, I mean Chris is here; this is Chris, and I know him. He is Ella’s fa—ther.” Your parents looked at each other and then back to you.

“You said you didn’t know who the father was,” your mother blurted out.

“I didn’t say that. I simply just—alluded to it. you assumed, and I—let you.”

“You lied to us, pumpernickel.” You cringed, he had to use your childhood nickname, it was like adding salt to the wound.

“Um, well—I wouldn’t say it was a--.” You looked at their faces and saw they’d had it with your half-truths and alluding. You nodded.

“I did. I’m sorry.”

The silence in the room was palpable. “And where were you this whole time, young man? Do you have any idea how much you’ve missed? How could you abandon my daughter like that?”

Your father stepped to Chris prepared to defend your honor. You rushed between them. “Dad, stop, please. He didn’t know.”

“What do you mean he didn’t know?” You took one final breath to gain some courage.

“He didn’t know. I never told him. he just found out a little while ago.” Your father’s eyes fell to yours, and you could see the disappointment, and it crushed you.

“So you mean to tell me, you go to Vegas with your sister and get pregnant, then hide and lie about it for years?” Your mother's summary was sufficient. It really got down to the nitty-gritty of the situation. You nodded.

“So you have a child with Captain America no less.”

“His name is Chris, mom.”

“Vixen, why didn’t you come to me. You tell me everything. I would have understood.”

“Dad, I didn’t even understand. I—I was ashamed, I was hurt. I—it was easier to just push it away and pretend like it never happened, and I guess I did too good a job of it,” you candidly explained.

“Did he hurt you? Did you hurt her?” You put your hand on your father’s chest to keep him back.

“Dad, it doesn’t matter anymore. He is Ella’s father. I’m sorry I lied, I’m sorry you found out this way. I have been trying to tell you since you got here. It’s kind of harder to disappoint my parents than I thought.”

Your father hugged you, and you did your best to hold tight to your emotions. “We’re not disappointed. You could never disappoint us.” Your mother approached your side and touched your shoulder.

“Don’t be dramatic, Vixen. We’re shocked, that’s all. Shocked, but we still love you the same.”

You dabbed at your eyes. “I mean he’s Captain America, much better than what we imagined. We imagined some struggling DJ by night and bartender by day. You did good.” You snorted, her timing was impeccable as always.

“No cwy mama.” You sniffled and wiped your tears and turned to Ella with a wide smile on your face.

“Mama’s not crying, see.” She reached for you, and you walked over to take her. From the peak you took, Chris looked not only frozen but in pain. Your father approached him again and held out his hand.

“Carmine Giovanni.” Chris nodded and quickly took your father’s hand shaking it.

“Chris Evans, sir.”

“Nice to officially meet you. I’m sorry about before.”

“No worries, sir, it’s understandable.” They nodded, and your mother approached.

“My wife, Soleen.” Chris took her hand and shook it as well.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

“So well mannered. It’s nice to meet you as well. I sure hope you brought enough for all of us,” she joked.

“I don’t think so, but it’s nothing a delivery order can’t fix.”

“Good, join us then.” Your mother looped her arm through Chris’ and led him further in to the only table in the place. You looked at Nexus, who widened her eyes at you as she approached.

“That wasn't that bad.” You rolled your eyes and followed them.

For the next fifteen minutes, the five of you; six, including Ella, sat through inquiries about Chris’ career. Their questions weren’t too bad, but you could imagine Chris felt awkward. Still, he answered anything they asked without so much as a hint in his voice to any agitation. When the food arrived you were thankful because you thought it would keep everyone's' mouths too busy for talking. You were proved wrong ten minutes into eating.

“So, Chris seems things took a pretty quick and dramatic turn for you in the last few months,” your father tested.

“Yes, sir, they did. I was not expecting any of this.”

“Oh, so you wish you’d never found out, so things could have remained how they were for you?”

Chris looked cautious as he studied your father. “Uh no, sir. That’s not what I meant. I’m glad I found out, glad that I know.”

“Why? Are you planning on fighting my daughter for custody?”

Everyone’s actions fell silent, and Chris looked at you. You avoided his eyes. “No, sir, I have no intention of fighting Vixen for custody. I don’t see a reason to do that. She’s—your daughter is a great mother to Ella, I’ve seen it, and I don’t want to change anything or upset any balance.”

“So, what do you want?”

“To be involved. I want to get to know her, her to get to know me, my family. I just want to be in her life.” The two men studied each other. You could feel the tension, and you wanted to step in, but you didn’t know what to say.

“Carmine, reign in your testosterone, please. Chris, he means well. God blessed us with daughters, and because of it he is their pitbull, Ella’s included.

“I understand, ma’am, and I get it. I wouldn’t expect anything less. You love them. I understand it a lot better today than I did six months ago. You’d do anything to protect them, same with me. I’d do anything to protect them.”

Your heart lurched.

“Did he mean me too?”

You looked over to Nex, who looked as if she also heard what he said. She was looking at you probably wondering the same thing

“As long as we understand each other. Welcome to the family.” Chris smiled and nodded then looked to you. Your eyes met for a few moments before Ella drew your attention to her.

Another uncomfortable hour passed, then your parents left with Ella in tow and Nexus trailing behind them. Her excuse was she had things to do, but you knew she was lying. As you closed the door behind them and locked it to make sure no more uninvited visitors came by you turned and walked back inside the restaurant to see Chris still sitting there. He was watching you with an intense contemplative look etched on his face. It was as if he were looking right through you. Clearing your throat, you stood behind one of the chairs.

“Are you okay?” He didn’t answer; he just kept looking right through you. “Look, I’m sorry about my dad; he is super protective of Nex and me. I didn’t mean for him to--.” You trailed off realizing he still had yet to acknowledge anything you’d said.

“Okay, then. Are you angry?” You saw the clench in his jaw, and your nerves rose.

“Chris?” You nodded, taking that as your answer. “Okay, I get it. You have every right to be angry.” You turned away from him and walked to where you had the binders.

“I’m sorry, I’m not angry. I was—lost in my own thoughts,” Chris said as he approached you.

You studied his face unsure if he were telling the truth or not. He looked genuine, but the fact was you still didn’t know very much about him, certainly enough to know whether or not he was being truthful.

“Okay.” You looked back to the binder that held the party planning details.

“What’s all that?”

“Ella’s second birthday party planning is in full effect. I didn’t plan on being in LA for it but either way she still deserves a party.”

“Let me help. You look swamped. I’d be happy to take something off your plate.” That sounded nice; you couldn’t lie.

“What are you good at?”

Caught off guard, Chris stammered, then scoffed and smiled. “Um, well—wow never really been asked that before. I guess—talking.” You laughed loudly and pinched your lips.

“You’ve literally been talking your entire life,” you joked. He nodded in agreement.

“You’re right, I have. Guess that’s why I can’t seem to shut up.” You smiled again. “Except around you, you take all my words, leaving me speechless.” Caught off guard by that candid admission, you just stared at him.

“That’s not true.” It came out as a whisper; you were breathless.

“Embarrassingly enough, it is, painfully true. I don’t know there is just something about you that makes me think and think and overthink what I’m going to say or want to say or should and shouldn’t say.”

“Why not just say it all?” He smiled and nodded as if he hadn’t thought of it.

“Do you always say it all?” You stifled a laugh and pinched your lips together.

“In business, yes. I am very vocal there, some would say bossy, but I say vocal.” Chris laughed.

“What about other than business? Personal, maybe?” You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth and held it there, thinking about his question. Most of you said open up, see where it took you, so you did.

“Not so much.” Chris nodded but kept his eyes on you. You didn’t break the eye contact.

“I’m sorry for outing you.” You snorted.

“It’s okay. I should have told them days ago.”

“They took it well. Your mom isn’t so bad.”

“What do you mean?”

“In Vegas, you said she was always on your case about settling down that she always made you feel like you were incapable of taking care of yourself or you had no worth unless you had a man beside you.” Your jaw dropped.

“I said that? All of that?” Chris nodded. You couldn’t believe you told him all that, let alone that he remembered.

“I’m an actor. I have a great memory.” Your curiosity piqued, and you wondered if he remembered everything he said. Quickly he looked away from your eyes and back to the binder.

“When I told my family about Ella, they asked when they could meet her. I didn’t give any precise dates, but maybe it works our great with her party.”

“I’m not following.”

“How would you feel about having her party in my hometown. That way, we can get out of LA, keep it under the radar, my family can meet you, and her and our families can interact.”

Panic set in, and you hoped your face didn’t show it. “Like one big happy family, huh.”

“I mean, that’s what we kinda are, right?” You didn’t know why you felt so scared, but the fear was all-encompassing. “If that’s too much or not cool say the word. It was just a thought.”

“I just—I don’t think it’s such a good idea that they meet me.” Chris looked confused.

“What? Why? Of course, it’s a good idea. They have to meet my--.” He stopped himself in his tracks.

“Your what? Ex-wife, and baby’s mama who lied to you for three years and kept your daughter from you? How is that a good idea? They’re going to hate me.”

Chris’ hand shot out to take yours. “Stop it. They will not hate you.” You rolled your eyes and tried to take your hand back.

“Yes, they will, and you know it.” Chris held firmly to your hand.

“No, they won’t. I won’t let them hate you. How can they hate you when I don’t hate you. I’m past it, I’ve forgiven you.” You looked shocked.

“What?”

“Why do you look so surprised? Yes, I’ve forgiven you, Vixen. I understand I am not resentful about it. I’ve had a lot of time to think and reason with myself and see things clearly. I don’t hate you, and they won’t hate you. Once they see what an amazing mother and person you are they’ll love you just as much as I--.” He looked down and cleared his throat. “As much as I’m sure your family loves you.” For a moment, your heart flew into your throat, but you didn’t know if what you felt now was disappointment or relief. You looked to his hand that engulfed yours and breathed out.

“Can I think about it?”

“Absolutely.” Chris pulled his hand back from yours reluctantly, but his fingertips lingered with yours. You didn’t move, the static electric shock you felt though it made the butterflies in your belly take flight; it also felt strangely comforting—right even.

The next several minutes passed with no words or movement. It may have been strange just to sit there touching your baby daddy’s fingertips and staring into his ocean-deep eyes, but to you it felt easy like Sunday mornings. When you felt you couldn’t do it any longer you pulled your hand back and broke the long gaze. You began packing up and soon walked to the door with Chris following behind you.

“In order to not jinx ourselves, I think you’ll be safer if I say goodnight here,” Chris said. “I want to walk you to your car, but--.”

You smiled and nodded and touched his hand unintentionally. Your eyes met again. “It’s okay. I know your mom raised a gentleman. It’s fine; you’re just a danger to my privacy.” He smiled and nodded but didn’t look as if he liked that fact.

“Call me if you need anything.” You nodded, and he walked out first. You took a deep breath and tried to slow your pounding heart. You had to find a way to get these feelings under control, or you would end up doing something stupid—yet again.

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Title: Chains Characters: Rowena, Sam, Dean, reader Relationships: Rowena/reader Genres: Friendship, Romance Warnings: /

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Sam and Dean were more than happy to let you crash at the bunker and were generous enough to let you have it for yourself for a few days while they were out on a hunt.

What you didn't expect was for their "few days" to become "one day".

Dean's startled "What the hell are you doing here?" sent frightened chills down your spine. Hairs on your arms stood up as if you were cold and you gulped in an attempt to swallow a lump that formed in your throat at the mere sound of the elder Winchester's voice.

This can't be happening! Your thoughts were wild, a storm of panicked words swirling in your mind. No, no, no! Hell, no!

"What did you do?" Dean demanded, his voice laced with dangerous threat.

"This is not what it looks like," you heard Rowena say, only to be interrupted before she could elaborate.

"Let me guess: you did something, she broke it off; you went crazy witch, and she chained you up."

You could practically hear Rowena's signature eye roll. "Ye couldn't be more wrong."

"Oh, really? What is it, then?" You were sure he was smirking by now. "She caught you cheating and chained you up for payback?"

"No," you said before she could, walking into the hall. You couldn't let this go on for any longer. After all, it was your fault Rowena was in this situation. It was you who convinced her it'd be a good idea to come over to the bunker for a night of wild sex. It was you who put those magic-binding chains on her.

With permission, of course; you would never do anything, especially something like that, to harm her. She agreed to being chained up, but it was you who suggested a rescue role-play, and you who told her it would be hot.

Which it was. No sight was more appealing to you than the one of her in chains, barefoot, with messy hair and smudged makeup.

But the Winchester brothers weren't supposed to be here to see that.

"You're getting this all wrong."

"What's going on, Y/N?" Sam asked, sending you a baffled glance.

"Nothing bad," you said, walking over to Rowena to unlock the chains. They slipped to the floor with a clank and the witch rubbed her wrists before linking hands with your. "I swear. She didn't do anything."

"Why was she chained up, then?"

"And why isn't she wearing shoes?" Dean said, motioning to her bare feet.

"It's, um…" How do you explain to the two hunters whose home you were crashing at that you planned to engage in kinky sex with your girlfriend, whom they had a love-hate relationship with?

"You're sure she didn't do anything?" the elder Winchester added.

"Yes! My god!" you exclaimed in exasperation, appalled that they'd even think she'd ever harm you. Even when she was the most wicked witch of them all, she'd never laid a hand on you or uttered a bad word about you. Gritting your teeth in frustration, having had enough of their assumptions about your girlfriend who'd been nothing but kind to you and treated you with utmost care and love, you fired: "We were role-playing, okay? I was going to rescue her, and then she was going to repay me by fucking the living daylights out of me."

"Oh," they said in unison, their faces going from fair to tomato red in an instant. They exchanged nervous glances, gulping down the words stuck in their throats.

"Yes. Oh," you said sarcastically, embarrassed at having said it like that. What else could you have done? Nothing could stop their nasty guesses other than pure, unfiltered truth. You'd rather they hear it from you like that, than keep saying hurtful things about Rowena. "Is that a good enough explanation for you? Do I need to go into more detail?"

"No, that's fine," Dean fired.

"Keep it to yourself, please," Sam agreed.

Dean's eyes went wide. "They-they're role-playing," he said, more to himself than his brother, trying to process what he just heard.

"Yeah." Sam's eyes wandered around nervously, careful not to meet with yours for the situation was already awkward enough as it was. Looking you in the eye would only make it worse. "They-they, um… they're role-playing… in our bunker."

"Is there anythin' else ye lads'd like to accuse me of?" Rowena taunted, a smug smirk proudly adorning her lips.

"Shut up," Dean told her.

She pouted in mock hurt. "So rude."

He shot her a threatening glare. "Why?" he inquired, throwing his arms up in frustration. "Why here? Why now?"

"You said you'd be gone for a few days and I thought: why not? And, um, I've always had this kink where I rescue someone and–"

"Okay," he cut you off. "We get it."

"You never said I couldn't have people over."

The last thing you wanted was to disrespect your hosts. You may have been a hunter-turned-witch-in-training-dating-your-mentor, but you had utmost respect for other people's property. When in Rome, do as Romans do was your philosophy. If the brothers had told you having Rowena over for a night of kinky sex was forbidden, you never would have done it.

"I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's fine," Sam said quickly. "It's just… we're surprised. That's all."

"Yeah. I mean, we didn't really expect to walk in on that," Dean pointed to the discarded chains laying next to Rowena's feet, "but it-it's cool. Just… you didn't do it on my couch, did you?"

His pointed look told you that you better not have.

A look of disgust crossed Rowena's face. "Please! As if I'd ever let my bare arse touch that filthy thing."

"It's not filthy!" Dean said defensively.

"Isn't it? I've counted three stains on it, and those are just the visible ones. And the smell…" She wrinkled her nose. "Ugh! No, thank ye. We were goin' to take it to the bedroom before we were so rudely interrupted and I was unjustly accused." She faked a hurt look.

"That wasn't very nice of you," you said in agreement with your girlfriend. You wouldn't admit it out loud with Sam and Dean in the room, but her pout did things to you that you didn't know were possible.

Dean rolled his eyes. "You don't exactly have the best reputation."

"What happened to giving her a chance?" you said. Without waiting for them to respond, you turned to Rowena and, pointing to her feet, asked: "You cold?"

While the bunker was always warm, he floor tended to be chilly from time to time, depending on the weather. And today happened to be an extremely cold, rainy Spring day.

"A bit," she admitted.

"Your shoes are in my room. Come on." You took her by the arm, leading her to your temporary bedroom.

"Can't we take a bath instead?" she suggested, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

"Can't say no to that."

"We better not hear anything!" Dean warned.

Rowena shot him a defiant look. "Oh, you will."

And they did.

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